It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity.

Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between.

And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be forgotten. And the world will go on.

I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep, I planted some more things I would like to keep.

She's an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I'm just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake.

The flicker, the flutter, even thoughts can stutter.

Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction.

She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause.

With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would not be the last thing he would do.

He gave up. No hint of ember behind his eyes nor life in his breath. He snipped the last, overstretched strand of hope, and nicked the strand of life by mistake. He did it with his hands.

And though they fell as ashes, their shadows drifted as leaves.

I don't deserve a soul, yet I still have one. I know because it hurts.

We are not enemies but we are just hostile to each other because of our different views and opinions.

Death twitches my ear. "Live " he says "I am coming".

Childhood obesity is best tackled at home through improved parental involvement, increased physical exercise, better diet and restraint from eating.

But you're not necessarily ever going to be handed a script where you can say: it's all done and perfect

When a heretic wishes to avoid martyrdom he speaks of "Orthodoxy, True and False" and demonstrates that the True is his heresy.

I am not a great prose stylist. I'm a storyteller. There are thousands of people who don't like what I do. Fortunately, there are millions who do.

...Being a father is the most exciting, amazing thing that ever happened to me.

Plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is, Believe in the Great Sound!

Present opportunities are neglected, and attainable good is slighted, by minds busied in extensive ranges and intent upon future advantages.